All Those Who Try To Unveil The

Perfection Is Static, And I Am In Full Progress.

All Those Who Try To Unveil The Mysteries Always Have Tragic Lives. At The End They Are Always Punished.

... Only Love Begets Love.

We Efface An Hour By Passionate Love, Without Twists, Without Aftertaste. When It Is Finished, It Is Not Finished, We Lie Still In Each Other's Arms Lulled By Our Love, By Tenderness -- Sensuality In Which The Whole Being Can Participate.

We Are Never Trapped Unless We Choose To Be.